tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405138036058527822011-11-27T15:16:52.574-08:00O mundo divide-se em pessoas boas e pessoas más. As pessoas boas têm um sono tranquilo. As pessoas más divertem-se muito mais. Woody Allenespaço2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660221520096822179noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440513803605852782.post-61544332419304091532008-10-20T20:22:00.000-07:002008-10-20T20:24:05.234-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SP1LTG4ftII/AAAAAAAAAFY/7Rw2bmvvMj8/s1600-h/IM000803.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SP1LTG4ftII/AAAAAAAAAFY/7Rw2bmvvMj8/s400/IM000803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259442731475776642" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440513803605852782-6154433241930409153?l=palavrasarriscadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>espaço2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660221520096822179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440513803605852782.post-80863548967876986252008-10-05T07:36:00.000-07:002008-10-05T07:40:51.102-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">estavamos nas primeiras aulas do ano lectivo. havia esta musica no intervalo lembras? foi a primeira musica que passaram nos intervalos.<br />lembras?<br />apenas um anfiteatro de distância entre nós.<br />e lá estavamos. estamos.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><object width="250" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/S_zQKkIxDD"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/S_zQKkIxDD" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/LBSBI_-/music/YrTkd8fn/diego_el_cigala_y_bebo_valdes_eu_sei_que_vou_te_amar/">Eu sei que vou te amar - Diego El Cigala Y Bebo Valdes</a></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440513803605852782-8086354896787698625?l=palavrasarriscadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>espaço2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660221520096822179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440513803605852782.post-46746218150691153932008-10-05T06:37:00.000-07:002008-10-05T06:41:05.366-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SOjDvARALVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xc10IW8WdQw/s1600-h/a+moura.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SOjDvARALVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xc10IW8WdQw/s400/a+moura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253664177620266322" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440513803605852782-4674621815069115393?l=palavrasarriscadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>espaço2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660221520096822179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440513803605852782.post-12984327698429329432008-09-29T20:02:00.001-07:002008-09-29T20:08:21.660-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SOGYGeIqhAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YUP70rRA_Qk/s1600-h/mural.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SOGYGeIqhAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YUP70rRA_Qk/s400/mural.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251645877426750466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Corro de uma ponta á outra, água só água.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Subo ao cume de um monte, água só água.<br /></div>Podia ser uma encruzilhada, vejo-me sem nada... Será?<br />Estou rodeada, de um mar, água só água.<br />Estou rodeada de letras, palavras só palavras.<br />Rodeada de água encontro uma ilha.<br />Rodeada de letras, encontro um livro.<br />E nos dois encontro o amor.<br />Tudo, tenho tudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440513803605852782-1298432769842932943?l=palavrasarriscadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>espaço2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660221520096822179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440513803605852782.post-66975707712402746932008-09-29T19:17:00.000-07:002008-09-29T20:09:55.079-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SOGNJ3SVhPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dp3df-HbVvg/s1600-h/chuva2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SOGNJ3SVhPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dp3df-HbVvg/s400/chuva2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251633841089905906" border="0" /></a><br />podia não estar só<br />podia a panóplia de letras<br />ensopadas de nada<br />ser mais de som<br />Mas não são<br />e nada escrevo<br />risco o papel com força<br />no traço apertado<br />das avenidas<br />de folhas gastas<br />e nada se diz<br />subo<br />desço<br />não tenho nada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440513803605852782-6697570771240274693?l=palavrasarriscadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>espaço2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660221520096822179noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2440513803605852782.post-60587075076770993752008-09-27T05:45:00.001-07:002008-09-29T20:10:52.193-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SN5ZDhK3JjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VkMY62TRSgI/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOBai2iv4dM/SN5ZDhK3JjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VkMY62TRSgI/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250732132538983986" border="0" /></a><br />arriscadas<br />as palavras.<br />riscos<br />risos<br />as palavras<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2440513803605852782-6058707507677099375?l=palavrasarriscadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>espaço2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660221520096822179noreply@blogger.com0